cpike.thelastvampire-第17部分
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l behind the lone toilet looks flimsy。 I suspect on the other side of it might be the late…night attendant's office space。 Keeping Slim pinned with my left hand； I reach down and pick up the dead woman's automatic weapon。
〃We are going to go through that wall there；〃 I say。 〃I will kick it in； then we will move。 I don't want you wrestling with me。 If you do； I will rip out your throat。 Now tell me； what is behind this gas station？ A field？ Another building？ A road？〃
〃Trees。〃
〃Trees like in the forest？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Excellent。〃 I drag him into the stall。 〃Prepare yourself for a fun ride。〃
Still holding on to Slim； I leap into the air several feet and plant three swift kicks on the wall above the toilet。 It splinters and I break through what is left of it with a slash of my right arm。 We enter the all…night attendant's office。 Before he can turn to identify us； I strike him on the back of the head。 He goes down； probably still alive。 I kick open the door to the outside。 The fresh air is sweet after the staleness of the rest room。 Behind me I hear the bathroom door being broken down。 There are shocked gasps when they see what I have done to poor Miss Germany。
Dragging Slim； I e around the two parked limos from behind。 There are men inside the rest room； more hovering at the door； still more getting out of the first limo。 I raise the automatic weapon； an Uzi； and let loose a spray of bullets。 Screams rent the air。 Several of the men go down。 Others reach for their guns。 I empty the clip in their direction and drop the Uzi to the ground。 I don't need it； I am a vampire。 I need only my natural power。
In a blur； still holding on to Slim； I cross the parking lot and enter the trees。 A trail of bullets chases us。 One of them catching me in the butt； the right cheek。 The wound burns； but I don't mind。 The woods are mainly pine； some spruce。 A hill rises above us； a quarter of a mile to the top。 I pull Slim to the pinnacle； and then back down the other side。 A stream crosses our path and we splash through it。 The old belief is not true； running water does not bind my steps。
By now I have badly wrenched Slim's neck。 Behind us I hear men entering the forest； six of them； spreading out； searching for us。 I can hear others at the gas station； moaning in pain； the sputtering breath of still others dying。 I literally pick Slim off his feet and carry him a half mile upstream； running faster than a deer in her prime； even with the bullet in me。 Then I throw Slim down behind a cluster of bushes。 I straddle his chest。 He looks up at me with eyes wide with fear。 I must be little more than a shadow in his vision。 Yet I can see him perfectly。 I reach around to my back side； digging my fingers into the torn tissue。 I pull out the bullet and toss it aside。 The wound begins to heal immediately。
〃Now we can talk；〃 I say。
〃W…who？〃 he stutters。 I lean over； my face in his。
〃That is the magic question；〃 I say。 〃Who sent you after me？〃
He is struggling for breath； although I am no longer holding him by the throat。 〃You are so strong。 How is it possible？〃
〃I am a vampire。〃
He coughs。 〃I don't understand。〃
〃I am five thousand years old。 I was born before recorded history began。 I am the last of my kind 。。。 I believe I am the last。 But the person who sent you after me knew of my great strength。 You were carefully prepared。 That person must know that I am a vampire。 I want that person。〃 I breathe on his face and know he feels the chill of the Grim Reaper。 〃Tell me who he is； where I can find him。〃
He is in shock。 〃Is this possible？〃
〃You have seen a demonstration of my power。 Do you really want me to give you another one？〃
He trembles。 〃If I tell you； will you let me live？〃
〃Perhaps。〃
He swallows thickly； perspiring heavily。 〃We work out of Switzerland。 I have only met my boss a few times。 His name is Graham…Rick Graham。 He is very wealthy。 I do odd jobs for him； my people and I。 Two years ago he set us searching for someone who fit your description。〃
〃How did he describe me？〃
〃The way you look。 Other things as well。 He said you would be rich； private； have no family。 He said there would be mysterious deaths connected with your name。〃
〃Did he know my name？〃
〃No。〃
〃Has he had you look for anyone else？〃
〃No。 Only someone who fit your description。〃 He grimaces in pain。 〃Could you get off me？ I think you broke several of my ribs when you pulled me through the trees。〃
〃You were not concerned about my fort in the car。〃
〃I stopped to let you go to the bathroom。〃
〃That was your mistake。〃 My voice is cold。
He is very afraid。 〃What are you going to do to me？〃
〃What is Graham's address？ Is he in Switzerland？〃
〃He is never in one place。 He travels constantly。〃
〃Why？〃
〃I don't know why。 Maybe he looks for you。〃
〃But is he on the West Coast now？ In Oregon？〃
〃I don't know。〃
He is telling the truth。 〃But you were taking me to him tonight； weren't you？〃
〃I don't know。 We were to drive you to San Francisco。 I was to call from a certain phone booth。 I can give you the number。 It is in Switzerland。〃
〃Say it。〃 He gives me the number。 I consider。 〃I faxed you in Switzerland earlier tonight。 Yet you were here。 It is possible Graham is here as well？〃
〃It is possible。 We have relays。〃
〃Do you have a business card； Slim？〃
〃What？〃
〃A card。 Give me your card。〃
〃My wallet is in my front right pocket。〃
I rip away his pocket。 〃So it is。〃 I stuff the wallet in my back pocket。 My pants are soaked with blood； some of my own； some of the woman's。 In the distance I hear two of the men ing my way。 Farther off I hear a police siren； heading south on Coast Highway。 The men hear it as well。 I can practically read their thoughts； they are so obvious。 This woman is a monster。 If she has Slim； Slim is dead。 She will probably kill us if we do catch up with her。 The police are ing。 We'd better get the hell out of here and chalk it up to a bad night。
The men reverse their direction； back toward the gas station。 I lovingly stroke the sides of Slim's face。 Of course there is no possibility I will let him live。
〃Why do you work for Graham？〃 I ask。
〃The money。〃
〃I see。 Tell me what Graham looks like？〃
〃He is tall； six three maybe。 His hair is dark。 He wears it long。〃
Now I am the one who trembles。 〃What color are his eyes？〃
〃Blue。〃
〃Pale blue？〃
〃Yes。 They are frightening。〃
My voice whispers。 〃Like mine？〃
〃Yes。 God； please don't kill me。 I can help you； miss。 I really can。〃
Yaksha。
It is not possible； I think； after all this time。 The stories； why did I listen to them？ Just because they said he was dead？ He probably invented them。 But why does he e for me now？ Or is that the most foolish question of all？ These people had orders to shoot if I so much as burped。 He must want me dead。
He must be afraid of what Krishna told him。
〃You have helped me enough；〃 I tell Slim。
He pants。 〃What are you going to do？ Don't do it！〃
My fingers reach down to his throat； my long nails caressing the big veins beneath his flesh。 〃I told you what I am。 And I'm hungry。 Why shouldn't I suck you dry？ You are no saint。 You kill without conscience。 At least when someone dies in my arms； I think kind thoughts about him。〃
He cries。 〃Please！ I don't want to die。〃
I lean over。 My hair smothers him。
〃Then you should never have been born；〃 I say。
I open him up。 I open my mouth。
I take my pleasure slowly。
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The body I bury beneath the stream。 It is a favorite place of mine。 Police seldom look under running water。 I hear them in the distance； the law； at the gas station； maybe two black and whites。 They have a shoot…out with the boys in the limos。 The boys win。 I hear them tear away at high speed。 They are clever。 I believe they will get away。
Yet if I want them； I will have them later。
More police can be heard approaching。 I decide to exit the forest the back way。 I jog through the trees； setting cross…country records。 Six miles later finds me at a closed gas station on a deserted road。 There is a phone booth。 I think of calling Seymour Dorsten； my archery buddy。 It is a mad thought。 I would do better to keep running till I find a
